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The Matriarch

Part Seven

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

Helena panted heavily, breaking the rules to please herself, for it was not as if they could implement such restrictions over her. She was her own dragoness, she thought with a resolute snap of anger, thrusting her tail deeper and deeper into her pussy, growling deep in the back of her throat. There was nothing in her left that cared whether they heard her, intent only on getting what she needed, on her bed and hips thrusting up, one paw holding a vibrating massage wand in just the right place to tickle the need of her clit again and again.

"Yeeeesss!"

She cried out and twisted as orgasm hit, her whole body writhing in bliss, yet even that freedom was short-lived as something warm and fluffy suddenly pressed up to her. Helena had barely a chance to squeal as Holly forced her back down on the bed, sitting on her muzzle, the skunk's thighs parted to squeeze around her head, a giggle on her lips and the massage wand already in her paw.

"Naughty, Helena," she laughed, though there was only arousal in her tone. "You know, I always thought you were hot... But you don't mind if we have a bit of fun too, do you?"

Helena could have said no but her lust was too high, nose pressed into a pussy that drew her in, the sweet aroma of arousal luring her. The dragoness groaned, eagerly slipping her tongue into the skunk's warmth as if she was coming home, though it was the first time that she had ever pleased a female partner. The sweet tartness of Holly's pussy drove her on, the skunk whimpering and rocking her hips, switching the sex toy back on to a light buzz of anticipation.

"Oh, mmmph... Mmm... Gently, Hel... Don't...ah...rush it..."

Yet that was harder for Helena as the dragoness clutched at Holly's thighs, claws digging in, the massage wand teasing her pussy and her clit once again. Even if the hood was covering her clit, those vibrations coursed through regardless, ensuring that there was no way to escape such pleasure even while she was overly sensitive from her last one.

Helena grunted into Holly's pussy, head swimming with lust. She could not have said quite how she knew Ropes was there but she seemed more tuned-in to him than ever after living there for a while. Maybe it was the half-demon inside her, though her father said that it had not yet come out as much as he had expected. Maybe that too would come in time but she was not surprised when he ground his cock in close to the wand, Holly barely allowing any space between the sex toy and Ropes' cock as the cougar pushed into the dragon's cunt.

"Yesss... I knew you couldn't resist."

It was true and Helena wasn't going to fight it anymore, the positive pregnancy test in the bathroom bin, even though she was not yet showing. She knew that she had a clutch of eggs in there and it was about time that she gave in to what she craved, not spending her time, as she had for so much of her life, worrying about what others were going to think of her, whether they would be okay with her carrying the eggs or not. They may have belonged to her father but they were borne willingly and she leaned into luxurious ecstasy between them as her father seeded her pussy all over again and she learned what Holly liked best, her pussy flowing freely and marking her muzzle.

She may not have understood entirely how she got there but Helena was right where she wanted to be, screaming in delightful climax as her pussy rippled and closed around Ropes' shaft, that massage wand sending her into peals of delight. Her father swore and fucked her all the harder for her writhing but there was a raw, rebellious part of her that loved that too, the roughness of it all, the swapping of pleasures that could be taken whether in a top or a bottom position.

Submissive... No, she was not submissive. But Helena had learned to appreciate swinging both ways for the ultimate pleasure of all involved.

And wasn't that the best part of it all?

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Helena sought out her father, though the strangest thing of all was not that she wanted him so badly but that he wasn't there. It was hard to not think about getting on her knees before him when she swore she could feel the eggs getting bigger inside her, Holly telling her that she knew how that felt, only with the growth of her live offspring instead, waiting to be born. She'd said that it felt as if there was "always something there" even from the moment that Ropes had told her, knowing without knowing, that she was pregnant, and it didn't matter whether she was showing or not. The benefit that Helena would have, of course, was that she didn't have to wait nine months for a clutch of eggs, however many she laid, to be laid, as they would take time still after hatching to be born even then.

"Dad?"

She growled, tucking her tail around herself, a T-shirt on but no bottoms. Whereas she had not quite gotten comfortable going all the way, going bottomless was still very much within her comfort zone and, to her anyway, allowed easy access to all the parts of her that she wanted on show and openly so.

Yet there was no Ropes to be found, no lips to caress hers and not even any tentacles to tease, Helena shivering in memory of the night before. She'd taken his tentacles properly into her mouth for the first time then and surprised even herself by how much she liked the feel of the slick skin within her mouth, the tip shaped as if it was a faux-cock of some kind, though could still be allowed out in public. Although she had been bred, clearly so, there was a part of her that still wanted it, thinking that she needed it, pregnancy hormones running rampant as she groaned softly in the back of her throat and fingered her pussy.

"Unff... Oh..."

She'd made her way out into the garden and sat weak-legged in a deck chair, the garden secluded from any prying eyes, though the houses in that neighbourhood were set far enough apart that no one was really overlooking another anyway. The hedges and tall fences, freshly painted, allowed greater privacy still and there was a canopy over the deck at the far end if one wanted to be sure that no one could see. Hearing, of course, was another matter entirely, depending on how loud a fur was in the art of luxurious bliss...

"Are you doing quite alright there?"

Holly rubbed Helena's shoulders, sliding over the back of the chair as the dragoness rubbed her clit with a thumb, two dripping fingers thrust into her snatch. The dragoness barely acknowledged her, the depth of her lust too great, moaning and whimpering for something that not even she could put a name to as Holly knelt before her, whispering and murmuring encouragement.

"I know, I know - it feels worse than being in heat, doesn't it? Like you're burning up? Don't worry, darling, I know a trick to take care of pregnancy hormones, when they act up like this..."

Helena couldn't stop her and neither would she have any reason to stop her as she was brought into Holly's loving fold, the harem that she was, slowly and surely, becoming a part of, even without her being aware of it. She simply needed it, Holly kissing down her throat, nuzzling her breasts, spreading her legs for her, her nose questing between. The skunk may not have been with another female, other than Helena, before but she knew what felt good for her, the little teases and flicks of one's tongue that felt so good when her body had been out of control. Of course, she had had Ropes to help her out with the pregnancy horniness but it was up to her, while Ropes was out, to help out her fellow sister in the matriarchy, Helena.

The dragoness moaned, holding Holly's head as that tongue worked away at her, dipping between her folds, slipping inside, curling up and around her clit as the dragoness found herself climaxing. It was there before she realised, pounding through her, a driving pulse and throb that rose before she could clutch at it and claw it back. Not that she wanted to, that was, but there was such passion at play without her feeling it come up in the normal way. Pregnancy would be like that, for Helena, but the dragoness had so much to learn under the loving paws of both Holly and Ropes.

Holly nuzzled deep, letting Helena ride her muzzle, tongue pressed up and fluttering against her clit, pulsing and teasing. One would not be enough as she explored the dragon's body, fingers pressing into her scales, even slipping between her legs and up against her buttocks, curling around to ease into her tail hole. She knew that the dragoness could take more than a single-digit but she was there to provide pleasure and tenderness, not a stretch in that moment, Helena twisting and contorting on her fingers, her nose sore from how anxiously the dragoness bucked up against her.

"Mmmph... Easy there, darling, it's okay, it's okay..."

But it wasn't okay as Helena needed more and more, the light fading and the outside lights casting them into a dim glow, sultry with the mood lighting in the deck itself that Ropes had had installed. The dragoness whimpered and begged for more even as energy left her, though it was something that Holly was only too happy to oblige with - especially as she climbed up onto the chair with her, the back flat, riding the dragoness' muzzle while she lavished more and more attention over her pussy.

It was there that Ropes found them, the two femfurs wrapped up in erotic joy, groaning and moaning, their cries of pleasure rising. The cougar did not interrupt, not at first, merely standing there with a smirk on his dark lips, cock in paw, stroking and pumping his own shaft to devious delight, though he did not unleash his lust right then and there. It would come, of course, when Helena caught sight of him and moaned for him through a lust-stricken daze, her muzzle soaked with Holly's juices.

"There you go, sweetheart..."

Holly laid back to enjoy the show, her husband pushing into his daughter as Helena willingly accepted him, the pump of his hips, how he powered into her so very smoothly and confidently. The deep strokes of his cock hit all the right spots and just when she thought she could not possibly orgasm one more time she was proved wrong, all by the power of her father's breeding spire. He ached to put more eggs in her but her womb would never again be empty of eggs, seeded and filled as the dragoness became the breeding vessel for the new family, the harem that would turn heads and raise whispers but bring everyone no end of joy.

They may not have been a standard family but they had found their niche in life, taming the fury of Helena so that she could let out what had really set it off. For she had never truly been angry, only confused, her demon inclinations simmering just under the surface, her breasts rising and falling sharply with each and every breath. The lack of understanding did not mean that she was at fault as she whimpered and took his length, moaning out her father's name as he made her climax yet again, but it did allow her to breathe, to find a new sense of being - an altogether more lustful one, in fact.

The matriarch of the family watched it all, her white-striped tail flagged and waiting for her husband's cock, though she could not have been more proud of him for working through things with his daughter. Helena could have left at any time but it was the bond between father and daughter, in the way of a demon and a half-demoness, that was strengthened with every grind of his cock, every day that they spent together, bringing the family to a stronger way of being. It could not have been done otherwise and Ropes snarled as he filled his daughter, unable to let go of a feral expression of joy, cum flooding her pussy even as it oozed and bubbled out of Helena's pussy around the hot length of his cock.

All was right with the world.

Then and only then did Ropes turn his attention back to Holly, the skunk giggling and turning her back to him, on all fours with cushions off the chairs under her knees and paws, tail lifted for his pleasure. Her heavily pregnant body hung under her and it would not be long at all before she gave birth, though that would only bring more still to their family, showing what a demon and his perfect match could achieve with Helena to lay a clutch later still.

"Oh... Yes, fuck me, darling... Hard!"

Holly cried out for him, her hips rising, grinding back, and her husband gave her all that she wanted. Not caring for how far their cries carried, he growled and slammed in, giving her the rough, rampant fuck that she craved, yowls twisting together in a cacophony of lust that could not be mistaken for anything else. They could not trade it in when it was so delicious and devious, something to be savoured, as sweet as it was in the moment itself.

The matriarch had her husband's daughter back and the demon had another breeding womb to love and care for, tail flicking back and forth in contentment, even in sex. Nothing could have worked out better for them, bringing light out of darkness and letting the demonic influence rife in the world out in the best of ways.

Ropes growled, cock spurting, filling his pregnant wife with love in his heart. He'd never go unfed, for a demon, ever again.

Exactly as it was meant to be.

To be continued...